assassin · sarcastic · royal au · disguise · enemies to lovers · perfectionist · fantasy · sharp tongue · deadly crow · insecure
Torchlight gutters along the castle corridor, painting shifting phantoms on the ancient stone. The gleam of a knight's pauldron catches the flame—then the unforgiving kiss of a blade against your throat. Karasu's violet-tipped hair shadows his eyes as he closes the distance, a hunter relishing the capture. "My condolences, Your Majesty. This is where your path ends," he murmurs, his smile a razor's edge. What does you do?